1 chapter 1:beautiful

  I'm standing in a crowded room yet I feel so alone. Standing in a line of girls my age all dressed up pretty like a pageant. My high heels were killing me, I tried to not put all my weight on my feet and leaned against the wall to hold myself up. I lift my dress a little to rearrange myself. My dress was sparkly silver, long, mermaid gown style. This was probably the prettiest I've ever looked, I frowned a little at that thought. A man interrupted my thoughts.

"Okay ladies! One by one you girls will present yourselves when we call your name on stage and if anybody misbehaves you'll have to suffer the consequences. So please" he let out a deep breath "behave yourselves" The man turned around to the group of workers behind him and shook his head looking exhausted from the nonsense.

    A few moments passed and they began to call out names one by one like how he said. We were all silent waiting to see what fate had in store of us. This was my tenth time being sold. I've grown use to being sold to a new master. They waste their money on me because of my beauty, I'm not obedient.

"Miss Victoria take the stage dear!"

I fix myself tall and graceful. I walked as if I were a free woman in a beauty pageant. The crowd grew loud.

"Wow! She's a beauty!" "I'd make that my wife!" "So beautiful" "I'd smash that!"

Pigs. Obviously I'm beautiful. My deep brown reddish hair and green hazel like eyes can leave any man or woman mesmerized.

"Gentlemen! Shall we start the bid?" He giggled and I smirked. He obviously knows of my reputation.

"Let's start will 5,000" wow he raised the numbers ever time, I giggled to myself.

"10,000!" "15,000" "20,000" "50,000" "75,000" I did a twirl, I'm a flirt for fun. I enjoyed the attention for some odd reason. "100,000"

"100,000 going once? Going twice?" Wow that's actually a lot the most I've ever been sold.

"500,000" my mouth plopped open.

"Sold to the gentlemen in grey!"

"Wow" I said quietly under my breath to myself.  I walked over to the side where they hand me to my new master. My breath was almost taken away he was breathtaking handsome! He was young no older than 25, tall, pitch black hair and crystal blue eyes. He wore a very nice grey suit with a black tie he smirked at me when he realized I was checking him out. I blushed a little.

" what's your name?" His voice was so soothing.

"Victoria heart"

"Lovely" he said oh so sweetly. My master looked to the owner and handed him an envelope and shook his hand. So I'm guessing he paid him.  He looked at me "shall we?" He began to walk towards the exist, I followed him.

    A limo was waiting for us. He held the door open for me like a Gentlemen. I wasn't use to this treatment. I jumped in a little to eager. The black leather was so cold and smooth it gave me a chill. I had to remind myself to not let my guard down. He is still my enemy.  I looked at my new master he wasn't staring at me but into a stack of papers. I learned over the years people dont like to questioned. I keep my mouth shut till I'm talked to. So I started out the window letting my mind be free because this was the only place I had any kind of freedom.

    Maybe an hour has passed and we seemed to be driving deep into a forest of some type? Tall green trees with a dark cloudy sky almost like a thick fog.

" Victoria" I glanced at my master.

"Sha we go over your rules and responsibilities?" I fixed myself to face him.

"Yes master" he slightly nodded.

"So I read in your files you're what they call a trouble maker?" I have a file? Well I guess I should've expected that since I have a reputation.

"Yes master." Keep light and simple.

"You hit your last owner, that kind of behavior I will not accept." Stupid men. Always have to blame the women. It's funny how they left out the part I was nearly raped and beaten because I refused to have sex.

"Yes master."

"Good." He paused and bit the wnd of his pen. Kinda hot but I must restrain myself.

"Now you are to stay with me at all times unless I give you permission. You are to do any chore or request I give you. Is that understood?"

  Oh I understand but why does this sound a little paranoia then an order? Unlike my last masters.

"Yes master,but why may I ask?" He frowned. He gazed out the window trying to find the right words. Kinda dramatic but cute.

"I live with my family and some of them are cruel in my opinion" he seems disappointed in a way that's weird? Am I seeing sympathy?

"Faire" I said softly. I'm curious why does he seem like he cares? Normally a slave owner dont care about anything. Not how you feel, think, or appear.

    The car came to a stop. My master let out a deep breath.

"You are to stay next to me at all times." He opened the door a little too rough in my opinion but I followed him as he wanted.

"Drive the limo to the front" He ordered the driver. Why were we going in from the back? We entered the mansion. It was pitch black. I tugged on my masters suit cause I couldn't see anything.  We went up a flight of stairs and made a left going far long a hallway,  then up another set of stairs and another. Finally he paused and unlocked a door. He turned on the light it blinded me a little I let my eyes adjust as I heard him lock the door behind us. The room was glamorous! It was modern white with a steel color and glass them furniture. The window was like from a princess book it had a big balcony! He had a king size bed with light grey sheets with white plain pillows. My master caught me off guard and handed me a bag.

"The bathroom is right there please get dressed for bed." I nodded still trying to focus on the beautiful room.

   Wow! His bathroom was just as glamorous as the bedroom! I felt like a princess, royalty! He had a separate tub and shower with clear glass walls, two sinks, a huge mirror and huge window by the tub. I opened the bag and pulled out a beautiful long gold nightgown it had gold Rose patterns along the dress. I've never recieved anything this nice from any of my owners. I slipped into it, it fit me perfectly. I noticed there were more things in the bag, a tooth brush and tooth paste. Why am I liking this? Why am I liking the fact I'm getting treated right?

I opened the bathroom door and my master was sitting at the edge of the bed. He was dressed in a casual plain blue tshirt and long blue plaid pajama pants. He didn't look at me.

"Come sleep with me."

"I'm not having sex with you." I blurted out without hesitation.  I am strong and I want to be respected. He flashed me with a dark glare.

"Don't insult me." He snapped a little harshly.

"I'm sorry. I'm just not like that master. I want my body to be respected. "

He sighed.

" I dont need you for that." He uncovered the bed and i climbed in. He stayed on the right side and I stayed on the left. The blankets were so soft and cold it was so relaxing for the first time I found myself drifting into a deep sleep.